# IN THESE FEW DAYS

By [Sam](https://paragraph.com/@sam-6) · 2022-01-14

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_Wait_, followed by, _I hear_ _the sound of water_—

  

            in a dream, the flood took us two by two

and there was hollowness

                                                somehow similar to the shade of an oak.

  

_The flood is here, Jeremiah—the flood is here for your endless days._

  

It is true that virality is like carbon

            in that

                                    it rests inside all the earth

                        and can only be washed away

                                                            by a rush of heat.       

  
  

                                                In the mornings, I wake from myths

                                                                        to mistake the body’s cough  

  

            for music. A host of sparrows sits on the roof

                        of a nearby, broken down church against the silent, colorless sky.

  

The wind is as inevitable as the sickness inside it. All at once,

                                                the birds leave. A raindrop—

  

                        the earth opens.

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*Originally published on [Sam](https://paragraph.com/@sam-6/in-these-few-days)*